Buy a Raincoat

It rains in Toronto. But lightly. It’s a polite rain and each raindrop seems to say sorry and excuse me and feels embarrassed to exist. Note: Picture taken the next day in the morning commute to work. The rain has friends: wind and cold. Alone each friend is not at its best but together the trio are dynamic and powerful. Buy a raincoat. The rain is also shy. It arrives and hangs around but never long. It’s polite in this way. But the rain still visits. Buy a raincoat. A raincoat that isn’t bulky. That’s packable in it’s own case. And one that’s lightweight.

The TTC in the evening is a good place to write. Less crowded and more noise and people just want to get home. And more laughing. She says:

Ahhahahahh. That’s hilarious. A whole hour. One more hour.

Thunder Bombs Over The Park

Spending time in the park a week or two ago. And as I usually do spend a few hours underneath a tree reading and not being on the cell phone or laptop or any screen. The world is incommunicado.

Changing their temperament, the clouds darkened deep and a friendly constant breeze wandered around the grass and bushes and trees. And so I thought I could hold out and not leave. Dark clouds are quite interesting. You’re experiencing nature and its exciting to be there so I didn’t leave awaiting the next. The next arrived ceremoniously with a loud vibrating entrance. More like a boom and a crash. If the clouds didn’t mind you, then the boom and crash holds your attention. The excitement level increased quite a bit. Still I stayed and just looked up wondering if any of those lighting crashes were meant for the tree above. It was a large overgrown tree with long extended branches and leaves on the ends like the legs of a millipede. Remember the feeling of aliveness as a witness this event rather than inside looking out of a window ever so often. And so I wanted for the next. Again.

Instrument Panel on VW Golf
Driving through the thunderstorm and a view of the instrument panel of the VW Golf.

The next arrive slowly. One and then another and another and then all together randomly and faster, light at first, but then heavy globs in rapid-fire sequence. Rain. Dark clouds didn’t nudge me, ominous wind didn’t move me, thunder strikes held me firm in my place, but rain got me moving. Gathering the folding chair and tote to head for the car, the rain came down much much faster and harder. Reaching the VW Golf and lifting the hatchback to semi-organize the folded chair and tote bag I knew I was wet. Not drenched, but just enough to feel moist through clothing. Could see and feel the water rolling down my forearms.

Accidental Photo of VW Golf Driving in Thunderstorm
Blurred and accidental picture of interior of VW Golf.

Seated in the driver’s seat I waited and simply looked out through the glass windows. The steering wheel returned the stare. Straight ahead to see the grass and large bushes obscuring any view. The windshield holding up against the barrage. Almost like airborne solders dropping in from the sky and crashing into the ground. They fall and crash and explode on the windshield and roll downward to a ditch. New solders fall again and again. Don’t you know your fate solder? Follow orders solder. Die, die, die!!

Water drops splashed on windshield.
Water drops splashed on windshield.

To the left, the parking spot next to me. All these slots empty. Little water-works all around. More solders crashing to the ground and upon each other. There’s a pool forming.

Wet Birkenstocks and Wet Feet
The aftermath of a thunderstorm. Wet Birkenstock sandals and wet feet.

The thunderstorm was just beginning. A curtain of rain surrounded the park as I drove out. That rain curtain continued well after I arrived home.

Rain, Clouds, and Wind Welcome Year Twenty Fourteen (2014)

Rain, clouds, and wind in that order.

Rock me like a hurricane. Its wet and windy.
Rock me like a hurricane. Its wet and windy.
Bubbles on driver side window.
Bubbles on driver side window.
Tall white mocha Starbucks crack in VW Golf cup holder.
Inside the VW Golf looking down at my tall white mocha Starbucks crack.
Strong winds on shore, but no gusts.
Strong winds on shore, but no gusts.

Surprisingly, a stout and possibly happy man with the leftover courage of a new year’s eve raver slopped through waves. Standing, falling, standing, floating. The guy had company.

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